What's Next

We strive to be righteous, and we work through the night Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect Only to be asked "What's Next?" What's Next "So I'm almost done what do you think?" "That's great and all babe, I'm proud of you, but what's next?" "What's next?" You didn't think you were done, did you? Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up. So yeah, what's next? We strive to be righteous, and we work through the night Crafting art that's inside us into arms for the fight We arrive on the stage awaiting praise we expect Only to be asked "What's Next?" What's Next? You didn't think you were done, did you? Words are fine and all, but it doesn't mean much until you back it up. So yeah, what's next? You've strived to be righteous, and you've worked through the night To craft the art that's inside you into arms for the fight You've traveled wide and far, and you've come a long way And all you've created is at last on display All the wisdom you've amassed is ready to be spread Let nothing be held back and nothing go unsaid You've tapped the zeitgeist and you're feeling quite woke And of course, you're rather proud of the words that you spoke While your actions may be lacking your ideals are surely grand For the passion in your art inspires minds across the land Now your time has come and you're standing on deck To receive the accolades and the praise you expect You step out onto stage and await their respect Only to be asked "WHAT'S NEXT"